Indulge Me

like you do these charlatans  
that claim to be  
poets. they are not even  
remotely related to the words  
they pen.  

like you do your exes  
who, in spite of all the  
hurt, are still welcome.  
floating above thin sheets of ice.  
gracious idiots.  
 
like you do an artificial smile  
that clings to the fallacy that invented it,  
unknowingly. lingering  
for a chance to  
be real.  
 
like you do love  
not for others, but for the sake of  
love. there is little  
they truly know of  
true love.  
 
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like you do the optimists  
drowning in the light that  
‘saves’. a bloody ruse to  
draw in and quarter those incapable of    
a satiable fix.  
 
like you do these children and grandfathers  
that think it best to ignore  
middle-aged advice. they have no  
way of knowing when they’re in  
over their heads.  
 
like you do the pompous and self righteous  
the magnanimous, the assertive,  
the verbose. pricks,  
regurgitating emotion  
on cue.  
 
like you do the sun on  
a cold day, the rain from  
pastel grey skies. and everything  
I can’t think of  
in between.  
 
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like you do God.